Sara and Knut Håkon hadn’t really planned to have a photographer. They just wanted to get married — without the bit of infrastructure that often comes with a wedding day.
It was Knut Håkon’s mother who wouldn’t let it go. She thought it was too important a day to have no photographs from, so she found and hired me on her own. That happened three weeks before the ceremony. It was my first wedding of 2025, and there’s a way to start the season that you don’t forget — because it reminds you that sometimes it’s the next person over who understands the value of a photograph, not the couple themselves.
The ceremony was outdoors at Kleivstua in Krokkleiva. It was hot, the fjord lay blue below, and the preparations took place in a wooden cabin with deep blue walls and art on the walls. One of the photos I came to value most that day is of Sara’s bridesmaid — who suddenly knocked back a shot in the middle of the preparations to settle her nerves. The kind of moment you don’t go looking for. It happens and you press the shutter.
After the ceremony we drove up to Kongens utsikt for portraits. Sara and Knut Håkon in light clothes, the fjord beneath them, and the warm light that belongs over Ringerike at that time of year.
Back at Kleivstua I stayed on into the evening. As sunset approached I suggested we could take a few more photos while the light was at its best. They said they thought we already had more than enough pictures, and that they’d rather just be in the company of their guests now. A little later they asked whether I wouldn’t sit down and join the party instead of carrying on working.
It’s not something you get every time. And it’s one of the reasons I remember this wedding so well.